Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Matt was Drunk

But now he's sober.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Um, no thunks Scope. If I wanted to date a douchenozzle, I could just go to Plum or Area.

Yeah, no thunks.

If I Could Melt Your Heart

Here is a fake video I made with my pal Nathan for his work.

And yes I screamed "Help me Satan".

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Barber, This One's For You:

The count down to me seeing/meeting* Kenny Loggins continues.

We are at ONE WEEK!!!

I hope. No I pray to Christ, that he does this song.

*Yes I am strategically planning my backstage sneak attack on him. James are you ready??

Oh god, Steve Perry. The things you do to me. When you sang with Journey, I sang along. When you told Sherry that your love holds on, I replaced Sherry with Sara. And when you sang "Foolish Heart" across the airwaves while I was driving with my mom in her car the other night, I sang (screamed) along with you....much to my mom's dismay. And the entire town of Huntington. Hey, I like the man. So suck it.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Keep On Rocking in the Free World

I've been trying to write for the past few days but everytime I'm about to post something, I get inclined to take a crap, watch The Hills, hang out with Brandy's cat Nigel. And work out at the fancy schmancy NYSC. I'm getting my ass in shape for Thailand, you best believe that.

But if you've been wondering what else I've been up to lately, well I've been eerily happy about my life. I say eerily because I don't think I've felt this way since 2000: when I made less than 20k a year, lived close to my closest friends, and had time to do what I loved to do. It's a thrill really.

Another thrill? Bursting into this with Brandy and Porter (and Nigel you assholes)

Friday, March 09, 2007

The Final Countdown

to seeing Kenny Loggins has begun. Twelve days to be exact.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

In the Cold Cold Winter....

I am satisfied knowing that though I am wearing my parka and ugg boots, in six weeks I will be on a beach in Koh Samui, Thailand with my boo.

Check it.

I Thought I Told You That We Won't Stop

I thought I told you that we won't stop.

Cue: Biggie/P Dids

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Et tu, father?

My dad's been playing the lotto since the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn. Okay that might be a lie since when they left he was like ten or something. But he's been doing it for a long time and I imagine that the day he wins, will be like the final scene in "One Crazy Summer", where the deranged uncle goes to call the radio station and then the line goes dead.

But until then, all he needs is a dollar and a dream. This unfortunantely was not mant to be his dream.

Had it been do you really think I'd be on my fucking blog talking to you clowns? Shit no, I'd be on a jet to tahiti with Timberlake.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Shit. Now What the Hell Am I Supposed to Drink When I Come Into Some More Money??

I mean when this kind of shit happens, really what am I supposed to drink...Dom??

Monday, March 05, 2007

Puppy Magic

Friday, March 02, 2007

Bobby Trendy You Should Be Ashamed

Don't hide it Trendo. I know you were the man responsible for this pink atrocity.

I mean really BT. Really.

What Are You Gonna Do, A Song from "The Wiz"??

Sires please. This is by far the funniest of shows, and for some reason UPN let it run for half a season. This shocks me because 1) Girlfriends has been on the air for like four years, and 2) John Amos co-stars in this. Now that Anthony Anderson is part of the Oscar winning "The Departed", I am crossing fingers and toes that BET will run it in it's entirety. In the meantime I have this to hold me over.

Seriously. Greatest. Show. Ever.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Lemme Upgrade You

This new Beyonce song is off the chains. How so? Well for one I just typed "off the chains". I swear to Christ I will never say "off the chains" ever again. Unless I get drunk. And am speaking in my high-pitched Long Island accent. Because if that is the case, then all bets are off. Oh how I wish I was 22 again with my VW Passat, flat stomach, and my Jersey Shore beach house. This totally would have been my anthem. Becuase you know at 22, what do you know about love? I thought I was in love with someone who was eight years my senior. But then I got too close to him, and I realized he just wasn't that special. It's like that time I went to Chucky Cheese as a kid and followed Chucky towards the dressing room, and he took off his head and I saw this really fat ugly dude. Then he pulled off his pants. I keed.

And I digress. Just shut the fuck up already and watch it.

Come Back and Haunt Me

For James who I miss lots and lots.